In the summer afternoon, the sun penetrates the layers of camphor leaves
He looked up and covered his eyes with his hands.
The dazzling light scatters on the cheek from the fingers
I can't open my eyes, but I feel closer to the sky
Has a certain emotion ever been imprinted and indelible?
Boy falls in love with girl
The story always starts like this
happiness, joy, sadness, pain, tears
Intersecting, the focus is so-and-so
Some things can be forgotten
Then start again and forget
Repeat until numb
The loss and sadness of the past are discarded in the past
Some things can be remembered
The smiles and touches of the past, selective memories
Only fragments of the past are left in our mouths
